2003-04-27T14:23:00.000-07:00

ew, bad drunk tonight. i got really sick, (not throwing up, but i, ya know, felt sick). i would say i was buzzed as opposed to my normal 'plastered'. saw B-Log, andrew, and alex...fraid to say i didnt get any booty. i did an OK job of beating up billy until he grabbed me and slung me over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes, (whatever the phrase is). I hope the weather outside is nice now... its probably freezing, though. i think id like to sneak out and smoke a joint on the steps of my building. I got the weed from a dealer that i hit on in a bagel shop in the heights when i was drunk; i think his name is alex. he seems nice enough, and really relaxed, which is a nice change of pace from the insanley paranoid dealers im used to. anyway, he gave me a dime that had enough weed in it for two thin joints, and a wee little baby one. this guy even came to ME! i mean, ive had guys make me walk ten, fifteen blocks to make me pick up...he came to me!!! yeah, so, what else. we talked about shit until i got to the so-called "convinient store", where i asked the guy at the counter if he would please let me buy rolling papers from him. the fucken bitch thought it was ok to hit on me and not sell me papers, and made me get an adult in the store to say he was my father or whatever. the only guy in the store went on and on about how he wanted to take me back to his place, but did do his job of getting me the papers. i, of course, told the man this was not possible, and yelled at the owner of the store for making me put up with so much shit when i was only trying to give him business...he had the most disgusting way of just smiling, nodding, and glancing down my shirt as i complained. (does anyone mind if i completely change the subjuect for a minute and say that i got four chocolate cookies and four galzed donuts for free in the past 24 hours due to my bitching at different store workers?) back at da crib, i sat on my floor, put on some krock, rolled, and reflected on the events of spring break. does what im saying make ANY sense? is it really this late? how the fuck am i still awake? is this the worst piece of shit blog entry ever? is sarahs life a downward spiral? where am i?
moms gone from seven o clock in the morning till three in the afternoon tomorrow.
i need a boy, make that some boys.

2003-03-01T12:10:00.000-08:00

"i dont mean to be a dick, but could you not tell anyone about what we did last week?"
what an upsetting comment. it's a horrible, horrible feeling to think that a person you care so much about doesnt want anyone to know that you sucked his dick. damn shame i accidently posted it on the internet...isnt it jonah?

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